Goosepaw groaned, dipping his muzzle in quickly before exiting the water. "The glory of having short hair." He mumbled to Sootrain before hurrying over to the two injured cats. Taking a quick look he went to his den and returned with cobwebs, staunching the blood flow after he licked the wounds clean. "What happened?"
Thunderbelly winced as pressure was applied, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
Fogmask was out in the forest when he scented fox. White paws carrying him swiftly over the snow, he knocked into the fox, freeing the loner. Claws out, the gray-masked tom slashed at the fox's face, hissing a warning.




























